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Why is it that when I don’t want the cats all up in my face….they’re all up in my face? But when I’m lonely and could use a little company….the little hairballs are nowhere to be found.

Case in point: when more than half my bed is being taken up by Robert already, Cosmo, the 14-pound slab of hairy, striped dead weight, must insinuate himself between us every night, pushing me over to the very edge of the mattress. However, when Robert is gone overnight, there’s actually room and I wouldn’t mind having Cosmo around he is gone with the wind.

Maybe it’s a just an evil cat thing. Are dogs like this?

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About msmaryb

I'm a native Californian who lives in Oklahoma. I'm a full-time student, pursuing a Bachelors in Anthropology, following which I hope to attain a Masters in Archaeology. I have three kids, one husband, no pets, and a lot of friends - most of whom live inside my computer. I love to read, write, watch tv (shut up, we can't all be brain surgeons), shop, and travel. I'm trying to set foot in all 50 states before I die. I have 38, so far. I love the Beatles and Maroon 5, and if you think those two things are incongruous, well, they are. But that's me. When I love something, I love it 100%. I don't do anything halfway. I want to know everything there is to know, so I'm trying to cram as much into my brain as I can in the short amount of time I'm allotted in this dimension.

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No, dogs aren’t like that at all! This is why I’m a dog person — they’d go to the ends of the earth for you. I can remember sobbing out my first (second trimester) miscarriage with my schnauzer Teddy. Dogs know when you’re sad, and they come around to you.
Here’s a hug for one of my favorite cat persons (can’t forget Tenille!).